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Is the scene of an angel being slaughtered by a demon? This Winslow is really a bit psychologically distorted.

If you draw such a painting style, should you say that you deserve Winslow himself?

Xiao Han put down the paintings in his hand and looked at Winslow's residence. He found that the painter's back door had been pried open. It turned out that the two people who had just driven the truck to move things were not good. It seemed that they were two thieves who took advantage of Winslow's absence to pry open the back door and steal these paintings and statues that were extremely artistic in their eyes.

After winking at the other people, everyone realized that they sneaked into Winslow's home along the pried back door.

Xiang Lan walked at the end and stroked the door panel of the back door, with very obvious signs of lock prying left on it.

"It seems that this method of committing the crime should be a habit of stealing."

After talking to himself, he followed the steps of the people in front of him and walked into Winslow's mansion together.

The mansion was pitch black and there was no light. Xiao Han groped through the wall and tried to turn on the light above his head through the switch, but the light did not light up.

Fortunately, after the faint light on the street, Chen Xuan saw a flashlight lying on the ground.

And there is a kerosene lamp on the cabinet at the door.

Kerosene lamp...

"Everyone, I have a bold idea."

Chen Xuan held the kerosene lamp. Because of the darkness, no one saw the expression on his face, but it must be cunning.

He said it in English, but in fact, they communicated in English at all moments along the way and did not exclude this lemon madman.

Lemon, who was playing with the lemon in his pocket, did not look up, but talked to himself.

“I have a few immature suggestions for your bold ideas.”

"Look, I have a kerosene lamp here, and I guess the culprit must be Winslow. So as long as he is arrested, the whole case will probably end. Although I don't know if Winslow is at home, I think there must be some clues in this mansion, so..."

"So we have to light this kerosene lamp and search it carefully?" Xiao Han interrupted.

“So how about we ordered the house?”

Chen Xuan's voice and tone were a bit abnormal, but everyone was more willing to believe that his brain was abnormal than his physical discomfort.

"There is a mature set of laws in the UK for your bold ideas." Xiang Lan coughed lightly.

"But arson is very fun. Anyway, there should be no items in Winslow's house that have special significance to us. The culprits should be these statues and artworks, as well as the painter who painted the tentacles and played the book." Chen Xuan smiled maliciously.

"Are you not afraid of wetting the bed when you play with fire at night?" Xiao Han glanced at him with contempt, grabbed the kerosene lamp, took out the matchbox she carried with her from her pocket, and lit it, "Stop making trouble, we are investigating and detectives. We are detectives, not arsonists, give me the lamp."

There is still a lot of kerosene left in the kerosene lamp, emitting a bright light.

There was a silence in the house, and no one could hear any sound except the breathing of a few people.

"If I remember correctly, generally this kind of villa is a place for meeting guests on the first floor, and bedroom studios and the like should be on the second floor." Xiao Han had the honor of investigating cases in some British villas before, so he naturally had some small understanding of this kind of villa. Of course, these experiences were before entering the space. "Xiang Lan, give me the gun, I want to go to the second floor to see."

After a moment of froze, Xiang Lan did not hand over the pistol to him, but patted him on the shoulder.

"We'd better not act alone now, let's go up together."

"Okay, be careful, maybe there are Winslow's accomplices here, just to attract us into the room and then catch turtles in a jar."

"Don't worry, my lemon is already thirsty." Lemon took out his slingshot and followed silently.

"Arsonist" Chen Xuan followed the three of them silently. With the light of the kerosene lamp, he could see a thick layer of dust accumulated on the stairs, and it could be seen that no one had taken care of it for a while.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden stairs, the group was cautious and walked up to the second floor.

At this moment, in front of everyone was a long corridor.

There are six hanging paintings hanging side by side in the corridor, and a stone sculpture is placed on the open space next to the stairs.

This stone carving is vague in outline, and it seems to be a semi-finished product.

Xiang Lan walked forward and observed carefully. The stone sculpture seemed to depict a woman entangled by tentacles.

"If I estimate that this stone sculpture is worth only 200 pounds."

"Are you here to be an art appraiser?" Chen Xuan complained.

But Xiang Lan did not care about Chen Xuan's questions, but continued to touch the stone sculpture.

"Look, this stone sculpture is full of scratches from the carving knife, which seems to be caused by absent-mindedness in the carving. This greatly reduces the artistic value of the stone sculpture, so this statue can only be worth 200 pounds." With the light, Xiang Lan pointed to the hanging paintings in the corridor. "As far as I know, these six hanging paintings are just ordinary religious works, but the bold colors of Winslow style can still be seen. If placed on the market, they should be sold for 75 pounds."

"Is painting so profitable? It seems that detectives have their limits. The more they are eager to survive, the more they will find that detectives have their limits, unless they become an existence beyond detectives." Chen Xuan said to himself thoughtfully.

"What the hell do you want to say, Chen Xuan!"

"So I won't be a detective, everyone! I decided to become an artist." Chen Xuan's tone became a little weird, "and like Winslow, I can make money by drawing tentacle play notebooks!"

"You should do your own thing first. You are now an officially certified detective. If you don't act as a detective, you are careful to be captured by the official and then exiled."

Just as the few people were quarreling, Xiang Lan gently opened the door closest to him.

This is a spacious big house. In the middle of the house is a double bed. The blue curtains slowly hang down, making it look very comfortable.

That's right, this is Winslow, the tentacle painter, ahem, the bedroom.

"Everyone, I think we have more important things before discussing future career planning."

Xiang Lan took the lead in walking into the bedroom.

In addition to a large bed, there are wardrobe, bedside table, and some other decorations in the house.

The room was well-designed, but covered with dust. It can be seen that Winslow had not been sleeping here for some time.

In addition, a huge painting hangs above the bed.

This work is too large and conspicuous, occupying almost the entire wall on the head of the bed.

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Chapter completed!